Under My Umberella
I walked into town wearing a cap. There was light rain, but it was warm, and besides, it would appear that someone had borrowed my umbrella. And anyway, it was quite a cool cap, a sort of checked one I’d bought cheap in Portugal, which I’d put a Cardiff City badge on. Plus, I was listening to a mix CD off DJ Mag which I’d stuck on my iPod, so I felt quite cool all round.
Anyway, once I’d got into town, it started hammering down. Real, full-on, proof of Global Warming type rain. I had no choice but to buy a brolly from Gilesports – probably the third or fourth one I’d bought from one of the cheap sports shops – they were only £3 after all.
So now I’m walking towards Penarth Road, under the railway bridge right by Central Station, towards the AA building, where I used to work. As I emerge from the bridge, two office workers are walking towards me. One of them, a quite attractive girl, with no jacket and a low cut top, is literally soaked to the skin. I suddenly feel a bit guilty that I’ve got an umbrella. I have a few seconds to decide whether I should give her the umbrella – good old fashioned chivalry and all that. Only cost me £3 after all – would be a nice gesture.
Well, eventually, I don’t, just walk past. Partly it was the fact that she had a great big smile on her face like she didn’t really care (although I bet she’d have still appreciated the offer), and partly it was for plain and simple selfish reasons. After all, if I’d given up the umbrella, it would’ve been me getting soaked, even though I had a cap and jacket.
I reach my destination – Autoprinters on Penarth Road. Here, I’m picking up 100 copies of the magazine, which I’m going to drop off with the people from the Books Council who are at the Eisteddfod. Rob from Autoprinters has offered to give me a lift over there. In a way, I’m actually doing him a favour. There’d been a slight fault with the mags, so Rob had agreed to send the mags to the Books Council for free (would’ve otherwise cost about £15). Since I wanted to check out the Eisteddfod anyway, and the Books Council people were there, I thought I might as well drop them off myself.
So anyway, Rob drops me off just by the castle, near Coopers Field which was where I thought the Eisteddfod site was (I’d seen a couple of tents there a couple of weeks before). The rain has eased off by this time, and I carry the box of mags through the park, one hand also holding the umbrella, and I’m now thinking maybe I didn’t need the umbrella after all. Well, at least, I thought this for a short time. Until I get to Coopers Field, where there are now no tents, and now the rain starts up again.
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